Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

I don't know who said a word, and then there was a battle of the officials to persuade and remonstrate.

All the officials in the court knelt together.

With a pale face, Liu Tingqing withdrew her hand and prostrated herself on the ground.

He straightened up leisurely, retreated to Qi Xin's opposite side, and watched from the sidelines.

Qi Xin sat back on the throne again, half-lying on the throne, looking down and looking back and forth, neither anxious nor annoyed, "Are you teaching Gu? Gu is the king, what Gu said is not your turn to judge."

What King Zhou Hui said cannot be changed.

Feng Yanghou was canonized by King Zhou Hui himself, and Feng Yanghou's masculinity was also allowed by King Zhou Hui himself.

Qi Xin's gaze seemed to be piercing through endless thorns, and met his eyes that were staring at him from afar.

Zhou Hui's throne and the monarchy, life and death, all depend on the whim.

Hearing this, the kneeling and prostrate officials fell silent for an instant.

The king in front of them could finish off all the officials with a single wave of his hand.

The king loves beauties, but he also loves to kill; it is even more common for the king to love men, and love Feng Yanghou.

Thinking of this, no one dares to make mistakes.

"Foolish monarch! No way, stupid monarch... how can you close your eyes and listen, disregard the advice of loyal ministers, and disregard Zhou Rao!"

Suddenly, the speaker, who knew that there was no hope for his order, stood up suddenly, pointed at the king and began to curse.

He quickly came to fame, and the officials had the duty of admonishing them, but there was no difference in rank; they did not have any power.

Perhaps, it was because the fate of officials with no real power was doomed to be too sad and desolate, and his heart was slightly shaken and unbearable.

At this moment, none of the civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty dared to impeach King Zhou Hui together.

"Ning Xuanhua, is Gutai pampering you?" Qi Xin's dark eyes turned dark, "You know that defaming the monarch is a crime of disrespect. Just 'committing chaos' is enough to destroy you."

Qi Xin stood up from the throne.

The sky was dimly lit, and King Zhou Hui's invisible coercion was layered on top of each other, blinding everyone's sight.

"Your Majesty, forgive me..." The officials below knelt down again.

There were also some people secretly tugging on Ning Xuanhua's court uniform, but he was already furious, disregarding life and death.

There is a law for everything.

And the law in Ning Xuanhua's mind is to impeach the faint king and help the king.

Ning Xuanhua knelt down and shouted, "Qi Xin, king of Zhou Hui, you are ridiculous and ignore the laws of the country. One day, you will suffer the consequences yourself! It is a great misfortune for the country to entrust Zhou Rao to you!"

The aged speaker's eyes turned red, and he was bent on disobedience.

Qi Xin stared at Ning Xuanhua, and smiled angrily, "Curse Gu, what qualifications do you have?"

Qi Xin looked down at the officials below, "Come here, drag Ning Xuanhua down, immediately push him to the Meridian Gate, and behead him for public display."

Qi Xin turned her back, her expression indifferent.

He closed his eyes and thought: If Ning Xuanhua bowed his head and admitted his mistake, there is still room for maneuver in this matter; perhaps, he can also plead for the speaker in private.

He lowered his voice, and was about to raise his head to plead with Qi Xin, but was sprayed with foam on his face by the officer.

"Fun Lord! Faint Lord! Qi Xin, you... dare to disobey Zhou Rao's national training!"

Ning Xuanhua looked at the guards surrounding him, turned his bare eyes towards him, gritted his teeth, and slammed into the jade pillar of the palace that was only a few feet away from his side, dripping with blood.

Everyone panicked.

He immediately froze in place, the blood sprayed from Yanguan's head directly sprinkled on the hem of his robe, the skirt, and the sleeves——

Qi Xin turned his face and glanced at Ning Xuanhua, who was in a terrible state of death, and then cast his dark eyes on him who was in a daze.

At this time, he stood in the same place, his eyes stagnant, watching the guards outside the hall dragging the blood-drenched Yanguan down without saying a word, dragging a three-foot-wide path of blood on the ground.

He couldn't forget that Ning Xuanhua stared at him fiercely before he died, and he wanted to pounce on him to skin him and cramp him... He closed his eyes tightly and let out a long sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Qi Xin looked at all the officials who were whispering, "Ning Xuanhua slandered the monarch, committed rebellion, and now the law is being rectified on the spot, and all his clan and family members will be reduced to criminal slaves. Wait, do you have any objections?"

Qi Xin's gaze was like an abyss, falling directly on Baiguan.

"Your Majesty is wise! I am ashamed..."

Without exception, all civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty chose to retreat to save their lives.

In the whole world, perhaps, only Ning Xuanhua's clan suffered the cruel disaster.

After this incident, Zhou Rao's officials were all sincere and fearful, and the name of King Zhou Hui who hated the admonishing officials was also spread throughout the public.

Zhou Rao once had a national motto: the monarchs of all dynasties are not allowed to kill scholars and bureaucrats or those who write letters;

"The way of heaven... the way of law..." There was a sneer that seemed to be frost.

The first sun broke through the clouds, and the dazzling light cast a layer of fine orange, which made him raise his hand to block his eyes.

It seems that he is really like the rumors in the market, helping the evildoers, and he will never be able to save his evil.

Qi Xin was sitting in the Mingguang Hall, staring at him with raised eyes.

He came back to his senses, and looked at Qi Xin's faded monarch's court clothes, unexpectedly Qi Xin also loved black color very much, and today he was wearing a black ink robe all over his body.

"Does Aiqing have any objections to Fang Cai?"

The scorching gaze focused on him.

His face was still indifferent, he only nodded slightly, and bowed his hands respectfully, "Does Your Majesty want to hear the truth or lies?"

He actually turned his face and asked the person in front of him.

"Of course it's from the bottom of my heart." Qi Xin's heart skipped a beat.

He raised his head and stood up to face Qi Xin: "Ning Xuanhua is a loyal man, and also a rare unswerving civil servant in the court."

His tone was clear, his eyes were gentle, and he looked very admirable.

After hearing this, Qi Xin paused his fingers resting on the armrest of the dragon chair, staring at him intently, his breathing stagnant.

How could Qi Xin not know Ning Xuanhua's upright nature?

It's a pity that Ning Xuanhua shouldn't show his edge in the court, so that the king of a country can't step down.

Kingship, monarchs and ministers... these intricate relationships and entanglements, in the end, can only sacrifice some people who should not have died early, to frighten the officials, deter the government and the opposition, and confuse the other five countries.

The more arrogant and domineering the king of Zhou Rao was, the more he deviated from the people's hearts, the more irrational and vigilant the other five kingdoms became.

These careless actions are what Qi Xin must do as the king of Zhou Rao, no matter how unsightly the reputation Qi Xin will bear in the future.

What Qi Xin cared deeply about was the situation where the six kingdoms were vying for Zhou Rao's top spot; things that attracted too much attention would eventually be attacked by others.

"I shouldn't have driven Ning Xuanhua to a dead end."

Sometimes Qi Xin frowned, sometimes shook his head, as if after the others, King Zhou Hui would calm down to review his daily affairs and reflect on himself.

His complexion did not change, "Your Majesty has his own concerns about what you have done this time."

He looked at the person in front of him, and his eyes fell on the pushed open palace door.

"Your Majesty, the Empress sent someone to communicate that there is something important to discuss." Eunuch Zhang walked in quickly, bowed to salute the two, and then whispered in Qi Xin's ear.

He seemed to have overheard Eunuch Zhang's words.

It has not been a few days since the Queen woke up from the "Nine Turns Beauty Drunk", and she sent someone over as soon as her condition stabilized. There should be something extremely urgent.

Qi Xin waved to him immediately upon hearing the words, "Ai Qing, go back first."

Qi Xin raised her hand and looked at him.

He smiled lightly, turned and left Mingguang Hall.

"Fu Wangzhi!"

He stopped in the corridor.

A figure suddenly appeared from the shadow of the flowers and trees behind him.

He took a closer look, but saw that Chu Ai, who was supposed to be confined to Pingxi Palace, was standing alone behind him, and suddenly called out to stop him.

He turned around, glanced at Chu Ai lightly, and didn't speak.

But in Chu Ai's view, this is a contempt for Sheng Chong Shijun, and there is no mercy.

"Fu Wangzhi, don't think that you can seduce the king and bring trouble to the palace with this good skin." Chu Ai frowned and walked in front of him, aggressive but also inexplicable.

Could it be that Chu Ai had endured for a long time and couldn't find someone to vent to, and sneaked out to arrest him when the eunuch delivering the decree left Pingxi Palace?It seems that Chu Ai finally caught him.

It was rare for him to see Chu Ai guarding outside the Mingguang Hall for a long time.

He raised his eyelids and glanced lazily at Chu Ai.

When Chu Ai said this, it seemed that he gritted his teeth and spit it out.

The voice fell.

He didn't show the excessive emotions that Chu Ai expected.Swallowing one's anger, harboring resentment and resentment...these are completely contrary to the way of a gentleman he pursues.

He began to realize that standing here and confronting Chu Ai was a meaningless and foolish act.

Thinking of this, he no longer changed his face like he used to do to people, but walked away without saying a word, unwilling to have too many verbal negotiations with Chu Ai.

"Fu Wangzhi!..." Chu Ai looked at his retreating figure, as if someone had poured snow water on his head and face in the ice and snow, and was a little dumbfounded.

At this time, a maidservant in the corridor happened to pass by with a jade plate, and just as she turned her head cautiously, she was terrified by the terrifying eyes of Shijun Chuai.

There is a saying in the market: Who would not want to be a gentleman who is respected by the Marquis of Yang, and a gentleman with a jade tree facing the wind?

Thinking of the people's excessive admiration for his appearance, the aftermath of helplessness flashed in his eyes.